WHAT SHALL I DO? by Rev. J. H. Myers

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Dec 10, 1894

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 20, No. 57.

WHAT SHALL I DO?

By Rev. J. H. Myers

BY REV. J. H. MYERS.

"WHAT shall we do?" the children say. "Where shall I go? What shall I play? I'm tired of the doll; I'm tired of the cat; I've lost my ball; I've broken my bat; Mamma, what shall I do?"

"What shall I do?" the mother said; "I've an aching heart and an aching head; The children's noise disturbs me so. For a moment's rest where can I go? Oh, dear! what shall I do?"

A broken bat, a deserted doll, Two empty chairs, and that is all, A quiet house—'tis painfully still— A monument white on yonder hill, No cry, "What shall I do?"

A mother, moaning in grief and pain, "Oh, that my lambs would come back again! I listen in vain for the hurrying feet; Oh, that I might hear their music sweet! Alas! what shall I do?"

—Selected.